Art, Love, & Action Figures

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Finally, the studio is a studio again. My depression and chronic stress from the horrible job I was stuck in is in the past. I'm a full-time artist now.

This year has been amazing. Things just fell together.

I work 15 hrs at an Art Museum just to cover my benefits, but other than that, all the rest of my time is time to create.

T & I have switched some responsibilities around. I now do all the grocery shopping. It's been nice. I can go during the day when the stores aren't crowded. This has reduced T's stress as well. No more fighting to get to and thru the store right after work.

Well, here we are. 2015. The year of awesome things to come. New Star Wars film, new Avengers film, new job as a Graphic Designer, my first full year of my 40's.

Day one is cold and overcast with a chance of ice and possibly some snow later this weekend.

I'm happy to be sitting in a toasty warm house with someone who loves me and two warm pups. I had a nice hot bath and a nice filling lunch. I pre-salted the front porch and driveway, raked up leaves around our newer little Blue Princess Holly shrubs, and built a mound of leaves just for the pups.

T and I prepared Gingerbread dough, which is chilling right now, in order to bake cookies later tonight.

Mmmm...fresh Gingerbread.

T starts her first real teaching gig in less than two weeks. A College instructor. She's a badass lady.

Xena Con, the last one EVER, is a little less than two months away. I'm already nervous and excited.

I got an adorable Hello Kitty card from my wonderful Japanese friend Kumi just yesterday to start the New Year off with a reminder of just how fortunate I am to have such wonderful, kind, and loving people in my life.

I hope you all have a fantastic 2015.

I can't wait to get back to the gym and really push myself there as well as pushing myself to create, draw, or paint every single day.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Glen A. Larson wrote, produced and created some of the greatest imaginative shows of my childhood. Buck Rogers in the 25th Century, Knight Rider, and Battlestar to name a few. He passed away the 14th of November. I can't imagine life without those shows. As an artist and a dreamer they inspired me in so many ways. Thanks Mr. Larson. If there is an afterlife, I know someone who will be eager to chat you up and talk Battlestar once you get there.

Good grief! I miss this blog and my followers. I'm not sure what happened, but the things I must do in a small amount of time have increased exponentially for me. I'm barely keeping my head above water. I don't even understand what has changed.

The J-O-B has worn me way down, but that doesn't exactly explain why I feel constantly out of time. I can't find time to paint or write. I work, head to the gym, come home, walk the dogs, eat while watching one TV program, bathe, and go to bed.

This is not the life I wanted.

What happened to painting all night? What happened to the stillness of the late night/early morning at 3 AM and standing outside enjoying it on a painting break?

What happened to not even knowing what time it was?

I feel I'm on that treadmill I always heard so much about as a kid and I have no idea how to get off without killing myself trying to do so.

It's killing me anyway. I had so many damn tests this summer. Needles, proding, cameras down my throat, chunks of me taken off, blood stolen, internal pictures of almost everything and you know what the conclusion was?

I wish there was a doctor's note for that. It's not that I don't want to work. I do! Just not in a very open, public, noisy, sensory overloading, political and social game-playing department at a University from 8 am to 5 pm or later that has nothing to do with Art.

A nice quiet studio. Start around 2 PM and don't stop until you drop. Work all night into the next day.

Creating. Not sitting and causing my muscle fascia to bind, my hip flexors to start displacing themselves and my ass to grow three times its normal size.

The amount of cortisol in my body is poisoning me.

This last weekend, I turned 40.

I'm hoping this is a turning point.

Jack Kirby didn't create the awesome Superheroes he did until he was 44.

Many greats didn't start until much later. They had to get fed up and walk away from the machine first.

I'm done. I just have no idea how to leave. How to pay for my house. Feed my pups.

I'm so tired...and I have no time to hone my skills.

Well, this is my new year. My new decade. I'm done NOT being an artist.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Working on a Game of Thrones piece now. I've had some pretty nasty medical issues going on. Getting stuck with needles almost ever other week and they still haven't found a definite answer. I wanted to have it completed by now. Hopefully all this medical nonsense will be cleared up soon and I can really jump into the painting.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Godzilla roared into theaters this weekend and I was more than eager to see this attempt by Americans to make the King of Monsters come to life.

I was forced into sitting through the last attempt. I'm not kidding. Someone bought my ticket and when I tried to get up and leave I was held down on both sides of my seat. Ugh. It was awful.

This time around I was very satisfied with my movie experience. A true popcorn movie that held true to the source material and even managed to get me to tear up at the end.

The plot was simple and nothing fancy and the acting good for what it was. Godzilla was a little heavier looking than I expected, but it wasn't distracting. The final monster battle was everything I hoped for.

Probably my only complaint was his roar. It was close, but lacked a little something. Still, it only bothered me because I absolutely love Toho Godzilla's roar.

So, if you love cheesy monster films or like Godzilla at all, you're more than likely gonna have fun going to see this one.